It’s that time of the month – #6degrees again. Read about it here and join in.
Play the animation and the book chain will appear!
Our start point is Judy Blume. Her Are you there God? It’s Me Margaret (1970) was a bit of a sensation in the children’s lit world because it shockingly dared to mention the unmentionable (menstruation! Shush!)
Even though I was an adult (well, at least I was over 21, adult may be a bit of a stretch) when the book was first published, I’ve actually read it. I was a teacher and thought it a good idea to keep up with adolescent fiction as best I could.
The book was very popular and – ridiculously – controversial. And that’s pretty much all I remember about it.
Fast forward fifteen years to a debut novel that landed with another set of literary fireworks: Jeanette Winterson’s autobiographical coming-of -age-novel Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit (1985).
It’s a wonderful and whacky story about growing up (gosh! Lesbian!) in a northern town with those weird and whacky people known as your (in this case religiously) homophobic family. (Only Winterson’s is a little whackier than most.)
Cross the Pennines to York and a decade later we have another amazing debut novel about growing up and family – Kate Atkinson’s Behind the Scenes at the Museum (1995).
Ruby Lennox is the all-seeing narrator in a novel crowded with multi-generational births, marriages and deaths, unlikely incidents, outlandish characters, and tragi-comic misadventures.
One is about her grandmother’s fiancé Jack who – in WW1 – gets a safe posting as a dog trainer. Of course, things have a way of not turning out as expected. Jack is killed on the Somme when leaving his trench to rescue one of his dogs to which he had become emotionally attached.
WW1 brings me to Frank Richards whose Old Soldiers Never Die (1933) is that rare WW1 memoir written by a private.
Richards, who had served in India and Burma, was recalled to the ranks in 1914, As part of the BEF he took part in the retreat from Mons and served more or less unscarred through the entire war, taking part in almost every major campaign on the Western Front. If you’re ever looking for a personal account of the war, you could do well to start with Old Soldiers.
Richards was a signalman with that most literary of regiments, the Royal Welch Fusiliers. He was awarded the Distinguished Conduct Medal (DCM) and the Military Medal but refused offers of promotion and remained a private throughout the war.
Richards served with Siegfried Sassoon and Robert Graves and, when he was writing his memoir, he wrote to Graves asking for his advice. Graves helped edit the manuscript and found a publisher. The book sold well.
Graves of course had written his own remarkable account of the war Goodbye to All That. Some years later he wrote I, Claudius (1934) – a first-person narrative in which Claudius – who was born into the imperial Roman first family – observes the family machinations and mayhem.
Claudius was a sickly child with a limp and a stammer. The family considered him mentally deficient; they shunned and mocked him. Advised to play the fool to avoid attention, Claudius survived the cut-throat intrigue and infighting to be crowned emperor.
Claudius was a quintessential ugly duckling. Out of place in his family, he emerges victorious. Just as the swan whose egg ended up in a duck’s nest in Hans Christian Andersen’s folk tale.of 1843 The Ugly Duckling
Mocked, shunned and bullied as a very odd duck – the ugly duckling eventually discovers, of course, that he is a swan. He finds his true family, his tribe, his game.
The Wild Swans at Coole is the title poem of the W.B.Yeats collection of 1917 and1919. He dedicated the book dedicated to Major Robert Gregory – the Royal Flying Corps fighter pilot who plunged to his death in Italy in January 1918.
It’s a meditative and melancholy poem. Things were changing and Yeats was getting older. He was not happy about either.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
What a lovely chain, and that picture at the end – beautiful!
A great and colorful chain – and fun for me because I have read all except Old Soldiers Never Die (I think I would like it) and have never read any Yeats.
I will admit that I like Atkinson’s Jackson Brodie books better than her standalone titles. She is a delightful writer.
A long time ago I babysat the son of family friends. He was a precocious reader and when his third grade class was assigned to write a letter to an author the rest of the class wrote to Donald Sobol (very popular with that age group in the 60s and 70s) and Patrick insisted on writing to Robert Graves, to the distress of his teacher. Ha ha – he was the only one who got a response – all the way from Greece, if I recall correctly. It was before the television series so I suppose he was not as well known then.
“Old Soldiers” is very readable and a great account of a soldier’s life in WW1. Recommended.
What an interesting story about Robert Graves! And a precocious child indeed. And it was probably Majorca as he established a home there in 1929.
I like all of Atkinson’s books but I think “Scenes” remains my favorite although I loved “Transcription” too. I think I have to go back and re-read it.
You’re on a roll with this Josie. Of course Frank Richards is the creator of the great Billy Bunter.
Different Frank Richards. This one was actually Francis Philip Woodruff an orphan from Monmouthshire.
The Billy Bunter and Greyfriars Richards was actually Charles Hamilton – a prolific author born in Ealing who had at least 25 pen names and a penchant for Horace.
I look forward to a future post on Billy Bunter. Have you ever tried reading him again? Very ideologically unsound.
I stuck my toe in occasionally. I certainly read most of them back in the day. I seem to remember they were at least free of the worst jingoism although of course, fat shaming was a big theme!
‘Six eggs and four sosses; aren’t you having any old chap?’
The Famous Five long before Enid Blyton. “I say you fellows”. Included I Hurree Jamset Ram Singh – the Nabob of Bhainpur and other solid “English” chaps.
And what a perfect name for a teacher cad – Quelch.
It’s books like those that extended the vocabulary to include poltroon.
Lovely links in a great chain, and I do like your video clip. Love the way you’ve connected these up. Some of these are from my own list of favourites, but the poem is new to me. What a finish, and the Tunnicliffe is beautiful.
Thanks Cath – Tunnicliffe illustrated many of the Ladybird Books of childhood and famous for his birds and wildlife paintings.
A wonderful post with what sound like brilliant books! Dare I admit to only having read one of them (I, Claudius). Like Yeats though, I’m in a more melancholy and meditative place these days (the pandemic and an age thing) so perhaps the other books would not help my mood?